You were the girl at the Coeur d'Alene DMV on August 11th, and I was the
guy jokingly lamenting having to wear my track pants all day. We sat and
naturally joked about waiting forever at the DMV, and we also discussed the
limited vocabulary of some nearby kids. Being a few numbers behind you (you
were 90, I was 93), I had to approach the counter just as you were leaving.
Your smile and friendly "bye" made me realize I should have at least
introduced myself. Perhaps we could get coffee or dinner sometime?